Gosh, people, why did none of you tell me I got name-dropped by Deborah “questioning my made-up statistics is just like being gang raped” Coddington in another fine Granny Herald-hosted whinge about fatties ruining everything?
It’s full-on Martyr Time in Coddingtonland, who laments that, last time she casually threw around Holocaust comparisons and assessed people’s medical statuses with the power of psychic bigotry,
the reaction was extreme
For which evidence she readily points to, um, a single comment made on a mean post I wrote about her.
I’d love to flatter myself that I really am some kind of Big Name in the Kiwiblogosphere, but it’s a weeknight and I’m out of gin. So new rule: if you have to cite a no-name one-time commenter saying mean things about you on a blog almost no one outside of Australasian feminist/leftie bloggers has heard about … you’re probably not that oppressed, Deborah.
Still, if the current run of abortion posts are getting you down and you want some fatphobic lols, read her full post for gems like
I don’t see many skinny women on television pleading for Government funding to receive treatment.
from the woman who has somewhat successfully passed herself off as a “journalist” while pulling racist numbers out of thin air;
That’s kind-hearted, but if I’m concerned about friends getting too fat, am I allowed to tell them, “You don’t need that scone”, or, “Don’t eat that pie”?
it’s almost inspiring watching her try to score a bingo in a single rhetorical whine.
And because she just can’t resist (much like a fattie presented with a bowl of icing):
Of course I can’t. I would be accused of being the food Nazi.
Oh, Deborah. I would ask you to never change, but I really don’t need to.